Jan 16, 2014
Well, Edvard Grieg can finally rest in peace, because the son of the Mountain King is finally getting some long-overdue attention. I can't help but look at this film's title and think of "In the Hall of the Mountain King", which in turn makes me think of "In the Court of the Crimson King", which I suppose is a more fitting song to reference, because this film is getting "some" - and I mean "some" - attention for being scored by Explosions in the Sky, and post-rock is more-or-less indie shoegazer hipsters' adorable and, well, often somewhat dull little attempt at full-on progressive rock. No, I like Explosions in the Sky, because even though post-rock has a tendency to meander something fierce, it's pumped to the brim with artistic integrity, which I'm sure must be surprising to you folks who look at this film's poster and don't see anything artistic about it, only a pair of overalls-wearing, hick-looking bums with a truck. To make matters worse, they appear to be right next to the woods, and after "Into the Wild", you would have to be at least a little bit goofy to run the risks involved with hanging out with Emile Hirsch in the woods. Well, stereotypers, this is more-or-less about goofball shenanigans, but it does have enough artistic integrity to earn a post-rock score, and at any rate, this film is the Texan answer to "Either Way", or rather, "Á annan veg", Icelandic, and Explosions in the Sky are a bunch of Texans who wish they were Sigur Rós, so of course they fit. Hey, after "Pineapple Express", "Your Highness" and "The Sitter", all in a row, David Gordon Green is due for some type of an artistic comeback, but he's still bringing along Paul Rudd and Emile Hirsch to try and get the pop culture's attention too this film. Ha, good luck with that, Gordo, because no one is going to see this film, and that's a shame, because this film is pretty decent, even though Green has gotten a little rusty in some places after all these years away from filmmaking that requires you to try.
Mighty lacking in development, this film drops you right in the middle of its characters' situations, with no immediate background material and even the bare minimum of gradual exposition, although that's not to say that these character's don't feel kind of familiar, both because of the well-rounded elements in characterization, and because of the areas in characterization that are simply too familiar for their own good. Plotting is formulaic in certain key areas, and what characterization there is, while genuine, rather blandly runs into tropes, which is a pretty big problem, considering that this effort relies so much on characters over narrative progression. This plot actually has very few notable beats and relies pretty heavily on mediations upon filler, so the underwhelming natural shortcomings are overwhelming enough when storytelling doesn't get a little too draggy, even in its own intentionally minimalist context, possibly because it has difficult in figuring out what exactly its context is. Art films of this type can be grounded and traditionalist in its storytelling structure, or near-abstract in its meditativeness, or simply somewhere in between, and on the whole, this film falls somewhere in between, but when it breaks in an attempt to flavor up storytelling style with dynamicity, it often jars, particularly when it abandons traditional storytelling methods to devolve into mere meandering meditations upon hardly anything at all, and take on a particularly severe case of dragging, backed by a particularly biting case of atmospheric coldness that admittedly rarely abates. Meanderings and a deliberately steady pacing aggravate enough on paper, and they are made all the more distancing by a certain cold thoughtfulness to David Gordon Green's direction, which is often effective in drawing on depths, but is just as often dull and emphatic of other issues, both natural and consequential. This project started making mistakes when it first drew out its do-little narrative idea, and with its loose grip on engagement value going further shaken by underdevelopment, familiarity and structural inconsistencies, you ultimately end up with an ambitious, but rather underwhelming dramedy. That being said, the final product endears through and through, not just with its thoughtful, if limp storytelling, but with its solid style.
I don't reckon the efforts of Tim Orr, David Gordon Green's preferred cinematographer, are all that technically outstanding, but photography is adequately crisp and broad enough to capture a considerable range of morbid beauty to a ruined woodlands setting, whose visually fine celebration is arguably not as aesthetically impressive as, if you will, the film's musical beauty. Composed by David Wingo and somewhat notorious, Austin-based post-rock band Explosions in the Sky, this film's score has lighthearted attributes whose soft perk and subtle playfulness hold a tender heart whose loveliness goes outweighed by more relatively serious compositions, whose soft modern-classical and post-rock soul is where this score really excels with its refreshingly narrative and hauntingly beautiful aesthetic value, which also compliments the immersion value of this art effort's atmosphere. While often pretty quiet, this film relies pretty heavily on its musical elements, and Explosions in the Sky and Wingo, understanding this, go all-out in crafting a remarkably heartfelt and wholly well-realized original soundtrack that not only ranks high among the best scores of 2013, but a particular height in stylistic compliments to substance that are found throughout the final product, which doesn't need to be inspired in style to feel narratively inspired. Do-little, but charming, this film has a good heart to its themes on unlikely bonds and coming to terms with personal flaws, and it goes brought to life by highlights in David Gordon Green's reasonably well-characterized and amusing script, which is itself done justice by highlights in Green's thoughtful direction. Sure, the meditative storytelling is often bland, if not kind of dull, but its tastefulness soaks up enough scripted charm to entertain adequately, while also playing on style and visuals to immerse you into this effort's environment. Onscreen leads Paul Rudd and Emile Hirsch further immerse you into this character study with sparkling individual charm and solid chemistry, being grounded, but with enough of the performers' distinctive charisma to craft, for Rudd and Hirsch, unique performances that more-or-less carry the final product. This film relies a lot on its characters, and the portrayers are inspired enough to drive that element of storytelling, whose other elements are generally done enough justice to make a pretty endearing final product, in spite of its heavy blows.
When it all comes down, natural shortcomings to a near-do-nothing narrative, backed by underdevelopment, tropes, uneven storytelling styles and limp pacing, bury the final product under underwhelmingness, but through a handsome visual style, outstanding score by Explosions in the Sky and David Wingo, charming writing and direction by David Gordon Green, and solid charisma by and chemistry between Paul Rudd and Emile Hirsch, "Prince Avalanche" endears as a heartfelt meditation on two men bonding and coming to terms with themselves.
2.5/5 - Fair
Verified